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My favourite church
With ridiculous greetings
There are 23 windows
And naive naive people
Today the faith is strong
Yesterday one was weak
My favourite church
Here the grief may leak
Through the bought candle
Through the sacred bone
Through the great words
And the crucifixion is hanging alone
My favourite church
My favourite church
My favourite church
Down on my knees again
My favourite church
Nobody here wants to see the street
My favourite church
The fat guy has a good gain
My favourite church
The miracle belongs to "insane"
A bad dude, a good dude, young, old, sick
Rich, stupid, clever, it's like a sleazy fuckin flick
My favourite church
My favourite church
My favourite church
My favourite church

Track Name: Das Man

So much chatter in empty heads
The curiosity is an escape from dreads
The daily routine eats itself
The ambiguity creates endless tracks

So many people don't recognize the mortality
So many people forgot about personality

It's the fall of Das Man
The fall down

The call of being disappears in the mess
The one more step for the life in abyss

So many people don't recognize the mortality
So many people forgot about personality

It's the fall of Das Man
The fall down

Track Name: Hotel Broslin

The separation is always a revenge
A mutilated member of society
Both brothers are starting to rage
Behind the doctor's door reigns the anxiety

Brother, too many murders
In the name of our blood ties
But there's no mercy to the one
Who doesn't appreciate even such a terrible life
Even such a terrible life

The ugliness of the skin and body
The mistake of God and order
Let's start the gore lightning party
The cruel researcher of morals

Brother, too many murders
In the name of our blood ties
But there's no mercy to the one
Who doesn't appreciate even such a terrible life
Even such a terrible life

Track Name: Buffet Froid / Void And Bliss

Who sells the death?
Whose knife is very sad?
Who fell from the acid ness?
Pataphysique makes you wack

Oh Ubu Roi
Qu'est-ce que tu a fait de ton pays
Oh sliced eyeballs
These balls constantly roll and roll
All times are rolling down
Like an infinite stream of life
Who will rescue
The sinking woman under you
Uh in a cherry was the blood
Or a meat of the pretty fried slut
Without greatness
Without greatness